She answered in smile.
Put her hand on his arm,
said to sit down,
this might be hard
She sat across
Smiling weak
Without parting lips
began to speak
rolled up her sleeves
Pulled up her hair
Revealing breaks
beyond full repair
Around her throat
down to her back
lay the remains
of failed attacks
Sir, I know more
Than I think I should
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